Cami

 

Cami

Cami had been so flattered when her crush Chris asked her out. He was so guapo. He was 21, he had dinero. He was malo, in a bueno way. He was probably in a gang. So Saturday morning the good little 18 year old catholic girl left home with a change of clothes in her purse. At the subway station bathroom, she took off her conservative skirt, blouse, and bra, and put on a red sports bra, and short denim skirt, keeping only her gold necklace, shoes and green panties from her original outfit. 

When she met him a short ride later at the station by the riverfront park he greeted her, “Cami, your so Caliente y hermosa.”

“Gracias, Chris” she greated him, blushing.

He placed his hand on her back and said, “lets go for a walk in the park.” She simply nodded, and the set off. Soon they came to a secluded bench, overlooking the river. 

“Lets sit awhile,” he said. Then he produced a joint. “You don’t mind if I smoke?” he asked.

“No,” she answered. He lit the joint and took a drag. 

Then he offered it to her, “Want a hit?” he asked.

She looked at it. She couldn't smoke, what would the Padre say? “No,” she answered, but not to forcefully, for she didn’t want the date to end because she said no.

“Ok,” he said before adding, “but it's just weed. I bet you've never even tried it.” as he took another drag.

“I have,” she lied.

“You’re lying.”

“Am not.”

Then take a puff

Trapped, she took the offered joint. With unsure fingers, she took a drag. She burst into a fit of coughs.

“I knew it. It’s ok, here like this” he showed her and then explained.

She knew she shouldn’t. But he was so caliente and being so nice, she gave in, promising herself she'd do just one hit. So she took the joint again and did a real hit. She gave the joint back to him. She didn’t really feel anything yet. All she noticed was the smell. The smell, she looked around. Relief washed over her seeing no one around. Then the thought vanished, as she watched the pretty blue ripples of the river.

Suddenly, she realized Chris had asked her something. But what? She couldn’t be stoned already. “Cami, baby, have one more hit.” She knew she shouldn’t, but what harm could one hit do? The first hadn't even affected her. 

“Ok,” she said. 

Cami took the joint and took a hit. Before she knew it, Chris took it back and stubbed it out. She was glad. She didn't want to get high, just please Chris. She looked at him. He was so handsome. His sunglasses hid his eyes, but he was smiling broadly. She wanted to kiss him, but it was just the beginning of a first date. It was too soon. She was lost in thought, when he broke through.

“I don’t know about you, but I'm ready for lunch.” Chris said standing. 

Cami smiled back. Here thoughts were drifting around like clouds. Shr finally realized she was hungry. “Yah, that would be good.” She stood. She felt a little dizzy. But good. She wondered if she was high. 

Chris smiled at the cute eighteen year old before him. She was high. She seemed to be enjoying herself. He took her hand. “Is the market at the grocery store ok?” he asked.

“Hum. Yes that's fine,” she responded as he took her hand and led her to the store. Upstairs, they went to the sandwich counter. They each ordered on the touch screen kiosk and grabbed a bag of chips. 

Cami was about to grab a soda when Chris said, “Let's have a beer,” and grabbed two glasses. He didn’t weigh for Cami, and drew two beers from the tap. He paid and then they sat down to weight for their food. 

Cami had had beer before on occasion, and quite liked it. Still, she was nervous to be out drinking under age (she was eighteen, not 21), plus on a date with her crush Chris. So she ideally sipped the beer. By the time their number was called, she’d drunk her beer. Chris noticed this and said, “Someone's thirsty. That's ok, I’ll get you another. Why don’t you go get our food,” with a wink.

Cami got their food as Chris got two more beers. Unbeknownst to her, he spiked them with oxycontin. Then they both returned to the table and sat.

Cami couldn’t believe how hungry she was. Probably shouldn’t have skipped breakfast, she thought. Not eating and the weed had her stomach growling. Even if it was poor manors, she dug it. Chris smiled as he slowly began to eat his own meal. As she ate, she couldn’t help but gulp down her beer. The cold beer tasted heavenly. She finished her sandwich with a final mothfull from her second beer. Chris was still working on his first beer, so one remained on the table. As Cami seductively ate her chips, and eyed the untouched beer, Chris told her, “Go ahead, that beer is for you.” He pushed the glass towards her.

“Thangs,” Cami said with a slight slur, and took a long sip. The cool liquid hit the back of her throat, refreshing and satisfying.

Music played on the radio, the new couple taped their feet to the beat. Cami and Chris tapped their feet along to the beet. She felt happy and carefree, gone were her nerves about her date with her crush Chris.

Somewhere in her mind, Cami thought she should be worried about getting drunk. But the thought drifted away as she saw Chris smile at her. And then she realized he was talking. She had to focus.

“Im going to get another beer. Would you like one too?” he asked kindly. 

Cami surprised herself by quickly responding, “Yes, pleeeze.”

As Chris left to get the drinks, Cami took in the scene around her. Her vision was a little off, but she could tell the cafe was crowded with people of all ages, enjoying the music, the drinks, and the company of friends. 

Chris again spiked her beer, this time with a little whiskey from a flask in his baggy cargo pants. 

When Chris returned with two ice-cold beers, Cami thanked him and took a long sip. The cool liquid slid down her throat, and all too soon the glass was empty. 

She leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes. Should she ask for another? Would it make her tipsy? Her belly felt full, and she fiddled with her denim skirt. In doing so, she was unaware that she was exposing her mint green panties to Chris, her handsome crush sitting beside her. 

Chris noticed the slip and felt a surge of warmth in his cheeks. He knew she was drunk, her flushed cheeks, poor posture and slightly slurred speech giving her away. 

As she opened her eyes and glanced around the cafe, she caught Chris's gaze. A slight blush stole across her cheeks as she realized her mistake. She quickly smoothed down her skirt and flashed him a sheepish smile.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize." she trailed off, unsure of how to explain her unintentional exposure.

Chris chuckled softly, sensing her embarrassment. "No need to apologize, it's all good," he reassured her with a warm smile.

Embarrassed but relieved, she took a deep breath and leaned back in her chair once more. The gentle buzz of the weed, beer, and oxy in her head, making her feel light and carefree. She was grateful for Chris's easygoing response, grateful for his understanding.

Chris leaned in and kissed her. Cami kissed him back. Passion overwhelmed her drunk and high brain. She made no move to push Chris away as he touched her wet pussy under her panties. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but moan softly in response. They were in their own little world, fueled by her intoxication. They might have had sex right there, except someone yelled at them to get a room. That stopped them from going further. Embarrassed, Chris quickly pulled up the zipper on her top, and they quickly finished their beers.

Four beers, a shot of whiskey, two oxy, and a joint had Cami drunk. She struggled to get up. Chris helped her. Cami sorta thought she should be embarrassed, but the way Chris was just kissing her, she fingered he didn’t mind.

Chris was impressed. He’d known Cami was a hot dish, but it was always a bit of a gamble if a good little catholic latina like her would take to drugs and alcohol. He was considering taking her to a motel, when he saw Incredible Edibles. The Cafe had recently expanded to the city, and was extremely popular. It was typically very hard to get in, except Chris was a financial backer. A front for his gag dealings. 

What's more, the new store had fully private rooms. So Chris could get Cami even more fucked up and have some fun.

“Wanna go to Incredible edibles for dessert, babe?” he asked.

It took a bit to register, but finally seeing the cafe through her blurry and double vision, Cami asked, “Wee c'n ged in?”

“Yep,” Chris simply answered, leading her past the line.

Cami was leary, but in her befuddled state, just went with it. Incredible Edibles was the hottest place in town. She never dreamed she could get in, nor would she have ever dreamed of wanting to get in. But, drunk on her crush’s arm, she was game for anything.

“Hey Chris,” the matreede greeted him.

“Hello. Can I get my booth?” Chris asked.

“Of course. Menus?” the matreede asked.

“No thanks.”